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Seething pressure cooker and scintillating coffee fumes
/ She raises her hands to the cupboard in search of sugar
/ "Why you up so early?"
/ His voice still embracing the late night's sleep
/ Still sniffing to get a whiff of her scent.
/ "Take me to the park"
/ "Longing for a walk?"
/ "Longing since… sign in to read more »

While he talked of Sartre, stains, and weather
/ He lowered his face in-between
/ To the cubic vase with a drooping flower
/ Near the antique ashtray- partly used
/ Imbued
/ Suffused with smells of ephemerons
/ In rolls of… sign in to read more »

The wound is ripe
/ To be sliced and consumed
/ Before it consumes her.
/ Pardon me for the grotesque imagery
/ It slipped out
/ Of my grotesque contemplation
/ With a deliberate ease and arrogance
/ Of utmost feminine frailty.
/ (Can you please compare this
/ With a Sylvia Plath gloom
/ Dipped in "black shoe… sign in to read more »